military · tf-141 · grumpy · weary · veteran · sci-fi · lost purpose · irritable · cracked armor · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights in the break room drone a low, persistent hum over the clutter of cold mugs and abandoned mission briefs. Soap's raw admission still lingers, followed by König's heavy, guilt-laden sigh. Ghost's pointed question to Price gets nothing but a hollow, distant reply. Then you lets two words fall into the quiet—a stone dropped into a still pond. The silence that rushes in is alive, cold and dense. Price's jaw hardens. His knuckles whiten around his mug. 'Sorry..?' he says, the word barely a whisper, his eyes fixed, unblinking, on you.